Love used to be the forehead kisses that you'll never remember cos you were asleep.
Now things are different now that they are different.
But we can't stop on cloud 20.

Love is the pain that seeped into my lungs with the cigarette smoke you blew in my face the day you walked away.

Love is the extra 10 seconds you took to finally slam the door shut out of my life.

Love is while for the train,you let someone else wearing my shirt cut the line in front of you.